5 January 2012
Broken promises of a better day to come. We strive to go on lonelier than ever before. Thinking of those memories that cut like knives, we soon turn to things that can take our lives, but does it do? True, it hurts to be alone, maybe just maybe there'll soon be a day without hurt or pain. Can the sun really shine in the rain? Hearts are crying, screaming for help. Where is the hope? What about the the lies we keep buying? We hide our pain by blinding it with a smile but after a while it starts to break.we make the mistake of drowning ourselves with other kinds of hurts and pains -drugs and blades- for a second it satisfies our souls but soon they go back to being cold..
Maybe.. • Opuss № I